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Post by anirbas on Feb 28, 2020 19:30:02 GMT -6
an electrifying song pouring
from Apollo's pouting lips
if he hadn't been shouting
the word me!me!me!me!me!
over and over instead
Daphne's budding sensuality
might have been awakened
by his godly fingertips
had he but asked!
alternately he demanded
to touch what was not his!
now she wears a roughened
shroud of silver laughing
within all the rings of herself
listening with merriment
to Apollo crying aloud
bemoaning not getting what he wanted
when he wanted it right then and now
after preying upon Daphne as a vicious
hunter rather than approaching
in the manner of a prospective lover
the irony was this Daphne
had always been Apollo's
for the asking but not the taking
Anirbas
1/21/2004
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Post by artolmaeus on Jun 27, 2022 16:17:22 GMT -6
they call it prayer, but I spoke words aloud, to an unknown God, show me the error of my ways....since that day, I cannot believe in God, because I know him and likewise, he answered me with an inner youtube replay where I can exist outside of time and see in full spectrum, every moment I have ever lived and every movement of everyone involved in too great of detail.....it is not photographic memory, it is video memory and it happens instantly....most of the times, it is too much, it is too honest, not in the way that I am at all condemning myself, but more, I actually see the error of my ways and it does bear down deeply on the worn out groove of "me, me, me" that has been the most apparent thing I have experienced but it does not end, it only deepens in understanding.....in some ways, enlightenment comes when you actually see just how goddamned unenlightened you are, and how wonderful is everything you were never capable of seeing because of something close to solipsism and then, every finger pointing out, was a lie, a lie you tell youself and you so damned much believe, as an honest story, it paints a poor picture, but a poor picture I am grateful to see.....what drives creation, what drives life, even the design of things.....in this poem, it is pretty damn close to a far more appealing answer, and the answer, being able to take in the answer, that might be more enlightenment.....such a thing as this, written 18 years ago, was right for reading now....perhaps garlic is only best to digest once it is aged...
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Post by anirbas on Oct 23, 2022 9:36:08 GMT -6
Written during the time I was discovering the joys of writing and thinking, again. LoL Now, my brain has turned to oatmeal thanks to all work and no play, but, I do make a paycheck. Sometimes, just barely... Hahahahahaha
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Post by artolmaeus on Oct 27, 2022 19:44:30 GMT -6
paycheck too easily rhymes with wreck, I suspeck!
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Post by anirbas on Jul 15, 2024 17:21:40 GMT -6
I suspect you are right. I don't churn them out like I used to, but, having been off work approximately six months now, I find I am slowly starting to think and create, again.
I don't so much mind losing the paycheck, but, I do mind losing the insurance. I fully believed in universal Healthcare, even when I had insurance.
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